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White Light Magazine - Autumn 2018

In this edition we feature The Witch of Moons Lane - Michelle, Conscious Living with Franie D, Finding Deep Peace beyond Suffering with Shivallah Dharma, Letters from the Garden of the Goddess by Rhianne Teija Newlahnd, plus so much more...

In this edition we feature The Witch of Moons Lane - Michelle, Conscious Living with Franie D, Finding Deep Peace beyond Suffering with Shivallah Dharma, Letters from the Garden of the Goddess by Rhianne Teija Newlahnd, plus so much more...

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Tarnia's<br />

Musings<br />

I<br />

remember exactly where I was when I received the call that<br />

was to change my life forever. “Your brothers had a motorcycle<br />

accident and is on life support, they don’t expect him to live.”<br />

I had been sitting down calmly in a waiting room with one other<br />

lady when my Dad called to tell me those fateful words. I got<br />

up pacing, talking in an agitated high-pitched voice, my poor<br />

mind trying desperately to get my head around the information<br />

and process it. I remember squatting down on the floor crying<br />

as the other lady in the waiting room pretended she couldn’t<br />

see me and I was finally called for my appointment. I remember<br />

they told me to reschedule as they gently ushered me out of<br />

the door.<br />

As a Psychic Medium I have counselled and bought through<br />

many deceased loved ones. The death and passing of someone<br />

close to you can bring up emotions and wounds you never<br />

knew you had. Some of the most heart wrenching Mediumship<br />

Readings that have had a profound impact on me are when a<br />

Mother loses a child, regardless if the child is 3 years or 30,<br />

it’s a devastating event that shatters the heart and mind and<br />

leaves a profound scar. My Mother still cries at Christmas and<br />

especially family gatherings, it catches her unawares, it’s only<br />

been just over three years.<br />

From my own experience of grief with my brothers passing; we<br />

held his hand in hospital, hooked up to life support as the very<br />

experienced male nurse told us he was already dead, he was<br />

just being kept artificially alive to wait for the retrieval team to<br />

fly in from interstate whilst they worked out the most favourable<br />

matches for his organs. It was his desire to be an organ donor,<br />

so we waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity for<br />

the process to unfold as we took turns to visit the hospital and<br />

share our thoughts with each other. I saw my deceased Nana<br />

sitting with him at one stage and I felt in my own heart his soul<br />

hadn’t completely left his body, he looked uncomfortable to<br />

me. Finally, the time came when they harvested his organs<br />

and turned off life support, it had only been about 48hrs, but<br />

it felt like a week. I got my turn to visit my brothers body and<br />

say goodbye, they had moved him to a different room. It was<br />

quiet, peaceful, no monitors, no wires or cords plugging him<br />

into machines just a single bed in a stark room, the only sound<br />

was my sobs as I cried my heart out for the brother I lost. He<br />

had his cheeky smile back on his face as if he would wake up<br />

at any moment and say “haha sucked in”, as if it was one of his<br />

pranks.<br />

We all react to grief differently, my health took a turn for the<br />

worse, they kept finding lumps in my ovaries and breasts, I<br />

really didn’t care if I lived or died. I sat on my couch eating<br />

bags of potato chips, put on a huge amount of weight, watched<br />

numerous DVD Videos, my relationship with my partner ended,<br />

I found out who my true friends were, it was a lonely, confusing<br />

time. I shut myself away, I became antisocial, I was lost.<br />

Logically I knew what I needed to do, to get myself out of my<br />

funk but I just couldn’t do it. Not only was I dealing with the loss<br />

of my brother but the loss of so many dreams and aspirations<br />

that coincided from that one fateful moment. I have to say three<br />

years on, my life has moved forward slowly from that moment<br />

I became stuck, it gradually improved but I learnt you can’t fast<br />

track your healing. It will take as much time as it needs to, so<br />

you may as well let it. I fought the process and pushed myself<br />

too early and in hindsight I wish I had of had someone to tell me<br />

to rest. I miss the person I was before my brothers passing, she<br />

was a great chick, fun, spontaneous, energetic and took leaps<br />

of faith that made Angels hold their breath.<br />

What helped and assisted in my healing was adopting two<br />

rescue cats, a ten year old little man fur baby and a 1year old 3<br />

legged girl that had been shot and abused, by me taking care<br />

of those frightened little fur babies they helped heal my broken<br />

heart and they in-turn saved me.<br />

Written by Tarnia Lee Sayer<br />

Psychic Medium M: 0407 611 372 tarniapsychic@outlook.com<br />

<strong>White</strong> <strong>Light</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong><br />

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